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Elrond’s pain had diminished, and his head felt much clearer after Galadriel’s aid, though her method of setting his shoulder had left a lot to be desired. As the haze in his mind lifted, he quickly took in his surroundings, glancing around to assess the situation. The small clearing they were in was now safe—for the time being—after the other warriors had surrounded the troll and finished it off.
That was not to say more trolls wouldn’t follow, Elrond thought, stretching his tingling arm with a wince. Camnir had been right; it was highly unusual, if not impossible, to find trolls venturing so far from troll-infested woods. The thought filled Elrond with a nagging sense that something was very wrong. (...)
Turning, he saw Galadriel standing behind him, her expression calm and unreadable. In her hand, she held a small vial.
“I found this,” she said, her voice measured, devoid of the sharp edge it had carried earlier. “For… the pain.”
Elrond raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from the vial to her face.
“You could have mentioned that a moment ago,” he replied, his tone dry and faintly scornful. His arm still felt both numb and tingling, a strange and unpleasant combination.
Galadriel’s lips twitched, almost imperceptibly.
“Do you want it, or not?” she asked, shaking the small bottle lightly in front of him.
